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The two men faced each other, one genuinely angry while the other was filled with provocation. Suddenly, Hou Yi laughed and spoke up, "Zong Zong and Tong Le aren't married, so it's a fair competition, right?"
He leaned toward Tong Le with a casual, mischievous demeanor. "How about we chat for a moment?"
Tong Le glanced at Zong Zeyu, instinctively worried that he might get upset. She turned to Hou Yi and firmly rejected him. "If you have something to say, just text me. I'm really busy right now. And please don't just show up here unannounced or come looking for fun."
Her refusal was clear and direct, giving Zong Zeyu a boost of confidence. Just moments ago, he had felt insecure, fearing that his wife might show favoritism.
Hou Yi's temperament meant he wouldn't sulk over such matters; after all, women were replaceable. He had faced rejection before and dealt with women who didn’t know their place on his turf. A simple "get lost" usually sufficed to handle those situations. Yet, he couldn't stand Tong Le's indifference and rejection. This feeling left him feeling dejected—like a stray dog caught in the rain, finally finding a reliable shelter only to discover it was leaking.
He felt a tightness in his chest, as if something were stuck there—he couldn't swallow it down nor spit it out. For the first time in front of a woman, he displayed an expression of grievance.
"Can't we just talk for a bit? Just a few words," he pleaded. "Next time I’ll let you know before I come over."
Hou Yi believed he was making a significant concession, especially in front of Zong Zeyu. He felt his masculine pride being crushed into dust just to have a few words with Tong Le.
Tong Le noticed Hou Yi's change in mood and replied softly, "Alright, I'll walk you out." As she passed by Zong Zeyu, she commanded, "You stay here and wait for me to come back."
Zong Zeyu obediently stood still, waiting for his wife’s return.
Tong Le accompanied Hou Yi to the elevator entrance, but throughout the walk, Hou Yi remained silent.
Finally, Tong Le broke the silence. "What do you want to talk about?"
Hou Yi hesitated but couldn't suppress his curiosity and anxiety. After some internal struggle, he finally spoke up, "You’re not really going to marry Zong Zeyu, are you? What’s so great about that boring man? He’s just rich; I have money too and can earn more for you."
He paused, realizing his words might not be appropriate since Tong Le didn’t seem to value money that much.
He changed his approach. "Even if you wanted to get married, it wouldn’t happen that quickly, right?"
His expression lightened somewhat as he added nonchalantly, "But it doesn’t matter; even if you do get married, you can always get divorced later. I wouldn’t mind."
Tong Le listened to Hou Yi's nonsensical inquiries without any desire to respond. She pressed the elevator button and urged him impatiently, "Hurry up; don’t waste my time when I could be making money."
Hou Yi was pushed into the elevator. He turned around, blocking the doors, and asked again, "Can I come to see you tomorrow? I'm letting you know in advance."
Tong Le held a polite smile and replied, "No, you can't."
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